Chapter 1906 Wise Man

When I saw the little girl's serious look, I wanted to laugh, but I was worried that my laughter would affect my first impression, so I suppressed my laughter and nodded pretendingly.

The wise man's room is not as luxurious as I imagined. Under the not so bright light, the white walls look much softer. The furnishings in the room are very simple, including a table, a bed, a chair, and a Bookshelf, and unknown clay figures placed all over the floor.

These are probably the precious objects that the little girl focused on.

Carefully walking around the clay figure, I walked to the chair, saluted the old man sitting on the bed, and said, "Hello, wise man."

This is a kind old woman whose age is hard to tell, but I can tell from her ears drooping on both sides of her cheeks that she and Florence are of the same race, and both are dog people.

The wise man narrowed his eyes and looked at me for a while, then twitched his nose slightly, probably smelling the smell on my clothes.

After observing for a while, she raised her hand, pointed to the only chair, and said, "Sit down, young man of high status."

My pupils shrank suddenly, and after hesitating for a moment, I slowly took my seat and asked tentatively: "Master Wise, are you talking to me?"

"Besides our grandson and you, is there anyone else in this room?"

I fell silent, quietly staring at the wise man in front of me who looked very extraordinary.

"There is no need to be so vigilant," the wise man said calmly: "You will not be harmed in any way, because there is no stronger adventurer than you in this town."

"How did you know?" I cautiously touched the handle of the demon knife, ready to counterattack at any time.

"I am a member of the Dog Clan. The noses of the Dog Clan can smell many things that ordinary people cannot detect, including magic."

"Even if your nose can smell the smell of magic, status has no smell!"

"Significance has no taste," the wise man said, "but the quality of the wine can still be distinguished. The wine in your bag is probably the best in the entire Zephyr Continent."

“It turned out that I was ‘betrayed’ by the wine,” I laughed at myself, while restraining my vigilance.

"It seems that you are also very knowledgeable about wine." He untied one of the bags of wine, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into the cup closest to the wise man.

The dark purple liquor filled the turbid glass cup like a bubbling mountain spring. The slightly trembling liquor reflected an alluring light in the dim light.

The aroma of wine, and the moment the wine liquid just flowed out of the bag, filled the whole room.

The little girl who had been playing with the clay figurine had stopped now, raised her head, and greedily smelled the sweet aroma of wine, with an expression like an addict who smelled the smell of cigarettes.

The wise man stretched out his hand without hesitation, picked up the wine glass, carefully put it in front of his nose and smelled it. After sniffing for a long time, he said with satisfaction: "Yes, this is the smell. I haven't smelled it for a hundred years." Been there."

As she spoke, she moved the wine glass to her lips and took a sip.

After a few seconds of silence, her wrinkled face suddenly bloomed like a flower, and her originally gloomy complexion began to brighten.

"It's still so refreshing, still so mellow, it's simply divine blood." The wise man had a happy expression on his face.

"I want to drink too." The little girl walked up to the wise man at some point, tugged on the corner of her clothes and said, "Monica wants to drink too."

The wise man did not rebuke the little girl, but carefully handed the cup to the little girl's hand: "Drink, but taste it well, remember its taste with your heart, and don't waste a drop."

"Um!"

The little girl responded, took the cup, took a sip excitedly, smacked her mouth, and said, "It tastes weird, a little astringent, and a little sweet."

"You are still young and don't know how to taste it," the wise man said, "but you must remember this taste."

The little girl nodded blankly, looked at the wine glass in her hand, tilted her head and thought for a while, stepped up her legs, walked quickly to me, raised the wine glass high, and said, "Can you please Are you going to fill it up again?”

"Don't be rude, Monica," the wise man said in a deep voice, "He is a guest, and we should entertain him instead of asking for anything from him."

"Yes, I know I was wrong."

Although Monica said this, she still held the glass high with both hands and looked at me longingly.

I smiled, pulled out the stopper, tilted the bag, and filled the glass again.

Looking down at the overflowing wine glass, the little girl moved cautiously and handed the glass to the wise man again.

The wise man glanced at the little girl, sighed helplessly, took the cup, sipped the part that was about to overflow into his mouth, and swallowed it with great treasure, then placed the cup on the table and said apologetically: "Don't worry about it just now. Nika offended you, please forgive me.”

"It doesn't matter." I waved my hand, stuffed the stopper, put the water bag on the table, and said, "Since the wise man likes it, I will give this bag to you."

The wise man nodded slightly and said: "No reward for no merit, tell me, young man, what do you want to know from me?"

"I want to know everything about the Gobi desert dozens of kilometers away from here."

"So that's where it is," the wise man said thoughtfully, "Can you please tell me first, how much do you know about that piece of Gobi?"

I told the wise man most of what I knew about the desert, except for the matter of Fred Alexander's tomb.

The wise man said: "You already know a lot about that piece of Gobi, why do you still come to me?"

"Because I want to know more."

The wise man looked at me meaningfully and said slowly: "Young man, in this house, apart from you and me, there is only little Monica, a child under nine years old. And you don't need to worry about the walls having ears. Hyjal City The folk customs are simple and simple. It is not an exaggeration to say that they do not pick up lost things on the road and do not close their homes at night. The only ones with truly greedy hearts are the foreign invaders and the arrogant and luxurious nobles. However, at present, the invaders have not come again for a long time, and the nobles, They look down upon this poor town at all.”

She paused and continued: "So, you can tell the purpose of this trip without any scruples without being interfered by anyone."

I raised my head and looked at the wise man. Although her eyes didn't look bright, they were very pure and she probably wasn't lying to me.

In this case——

"I'm looking for an ancient tomb in the Gobi. At the entrance of the ancient tomb, there are two huge statues. One of them is a spider. I can't tell what species the other one is. I only know that it has a pair of sharp horns."

After describing them, I looked at the wise man and said sincerely: "I hope to find them with the help of your wisdom."